You've grown into this faceless mask and empty shell And, like a ghost of your indulgence, you wear them well. Still haunting something, by your own hand, lost And you shiver with the chilling sense You've saved nothing for yourself... The lies, the games, Devoid of guilt or shame Now you resent what you became And the reality of only you to blame You wander through each desperate hour and numbered day And long to hold each wasted moment spent in vain Still missing something you've slain so wrecklessly And ignored it through shortsightedness The thought that someday you might care The lies, the games, Devoid of guilt or shame Now you resent what you became And the reality of only you to blame Now you resent what you became And the reality of only you to blame You've grown into this faceless mask and empty shell And, like a ghost of indulgence, you wear them well Still haunting something, by your own hand, lost And you shiver with the chilling sense You've saved nothing... Nothing for yourself... Now you resent what you became And the reality of only you to blame